Listening to Weird Shit

Another studio night, and this is going to be one of the last for the Echo Charlie EP. Still reeling from putting the old band to bed, and no one feels good about it. Dave couldn't give less of a fuck if he'd bothered to keep one. Myles may actually try to tear my throat out with his teeth. Oh well, it'll make for a good last show.

Working on new piece, learning a bunch of covers. Reading again; I finished the Welcome to Night Vale Book last week and just finished Freakangels yesterday. I've cracked open The Maltese Falcon, and started on Worm, which I've been told from somewhere on the Internet is really excellent and I'm a bastard for having not read it already. If I can hack out song lyrics, I might actually try my hand at some fiction again. Who knows, we might see a Christmas miracle and I finish a piece.

All of this is just to keep the words sloshing around in my head. Get as many weird ideas and sounds in there as I can and let 'em all out in a controlled stream of glorious brain piss. Or something like that.

Hellfire. Music's difficult. Forcing new and exciting sounds out of my harmonicas for the first time in years, and that's also indicative that I made the right call in leaving the band. I certainly didn't mean for everyone to follow suit so quickly; I figured that they might as well record and play without me, and I just wanted the time to do my own thing. Apparently I don't get to do that, and it's all or nothing. HEre we are. And now I'm starting to experiment again, to (cautiously, but consistently) stretch my musical neck out just a little bit further and see where I can take things. New positions, and understanding what those positions actually indicate. Bashing away on guitars, stapling chords together like an arts and crafts class gone terribly wrong just to see what kind of sounds I can get. It's like I'm aware of what I'm doing now; old music theory ideas that made my eyes gloss over are starting, ever so slowly, to make a little bit of sense.

And, like the gym, which I have been skipping, it's got to be a consistent thing. Just like writing, if I can drop a few words here and there and bash out a few notes and various noises, I'll eventually wind up with something usable. Right? Law of Really Fucking Big Numbers.

Right.

Oh, and I've started smoking again. Don't you look at me like that, I never said I was quitting. I said that I was going on a hiatus, and a hiatus was what I went on. I may go on another just to spite you all.